It's another day, without a bit of waves.

The grandparents of the warrior rank are still strong and strong, and my father still works at the publishing house that is not much older than 20 years ago, leaving early and returning late.

I'm the same as ever, when I go to sea and return, I just want to have a glass of wine, and then fall asleep at the head of the bed, and wake up automatically the next day, this body has remembered the work and rest time, and I don't have to worry about being late, even if I drink a fragment, my body will automatically work until I walk into my own door, lock it, and then fall unconscious, the power of habit is very strong, so strong that even if I am drunk and about to get alcoholic, I can do it without causing trouble and going home safely.

My daily routine is to work, eat, work, eat, drink, sleep, and cycle indefinitely.

It's true that the ports that are open to foreign countries, the special economic zones with special support have brought a lot of opportunities, the wages have become higher, the conditions have improved, and I have a serious job, which is to go out to sea, which seems to be very exciting, but given that I am a [qualified], it is really just a thrilling view.

Most of the time, the sea is early and late return, and at a certain time, it is necessary to leave the port with the ship, for three days, five days, a week, or even a month, and the final result is either rich and pleasant, or it is not lively.

This kind of life like rotting myself in the sea is definitely not what I want, even if it pays a lot.

The sun had set, the five-story buildings, the hawkers, the lively teahouses and restaurants were still lively, noisier than during the day, and I would be disgusted with the towering rabbits, the clash of chess and cards, the beating of dishes and chopsticks, the arguments between winners and losers, hypocrisy, all the dirty and boring sounds were amplified, I had exhausted my energy during the day, but this annoying voice still did not intend to let me go, as a man, this superfluous parts always made people think that I was harmless to humans and animals, and the alien women always stared at it.

This is Simpson, who is only thirty years old this year and lives like an old man.

I still have a vague shadow of that idyllic time, when this small coastal city was not yet connected by the crazy expansion of the so-called "special economic zone".

No matter when people walk on the streets, they are leisurely, spiritual, the living conditions are not good, the hungry people can afford to save money, there are houses and land, every year, some people go out to work, some people return to their roots, most people choose to stay, and then the "special economic zone" planning city transports a batch of magic weapons to the boss, there is everything, play movies and take pictures to cast spells to assist, followed by cotton clothes and toys, factories on the outskirts of the city, and then everything has changed.

Of course, if I have to choose, I will definitely choose the way I am now.

If you have to be poor and short in order to be kind and simple, then please turn this place into hell on earth, I don't want to see the strength of the first ring, the father of four times the physical fitness rushed to buy a New Year's gift for three days and two nights for the Chinese New Year's Eve, he could have relaxed, the biggest advantage of the extraordinary family over ordinary people is that the whole family maintains labor, he can completely give up that gift, everyone can share it, and as a result, for the sake of surprise, just for a surprise.

There's a process to say anything, isn't it, the world has become bigger and noisy, and it's recovering.

Since the beginning of the "writer's dream" cultural activity, which says that every three months "writer" Award selection, improve people's cultural literacy, it seems to be really useful, the youngest is only seven years old, I don't know what wind to go to the manuscript, wrote a messy story, the front and back are confused, the context is incompatible, the subject and verb are a mess, or the father of the publishing house is supervised to be normal, hundreds of thousands of words to get a few hundred yuan of manuscript fees and shouting to invite the whole family to have a big meal, get up at six o'clock in the morning and go to the queue to buy newspapers and periodicals half an hour in advance to see their own stories.

It was a cold day, and he went out wearing only short sleeves, and it was crazy to wait so long stupidly.

That simple little madman, stupid and cute.

Ah, no, I kind of want to laugh, even the dead old man at the bar who likes to pour less wine is pleasing to the eye.

"Why are there so few people?" Unusually, there were only four or five people in the very wide bar hall, and it was unusually quiet, except that a noisy and chaotic sound could be heard behind the door next to the bar, "Something is wrong?" "Let's go and have a look." Old Joe smiled mysteriously and pointed to the door behind him, "It's crazy inside, I've never seen anything like this." ”

I looked at him suspiciously, and the old man had no reason to lie to me, so I walked over and opened the door.

The passionate music instantly became clear.

Indeed, as he said, the lights are dazzling and shaking, on the stage, the man in the black trench coat sings an unheard tune, driving the people in the audience, everyone is going crazy here, I also saw a few old friends———— everyone is there, the adrenaline is surging, the heart seems to be beating with the rhythm, like a heart booster for the numb self, there is only one impulse in the mind, that is, to leave all the troubles behind and shout out desperately.

Then I literally rushed into the crowd and shouted out, feeling hot blood and exuberance for the first time.

"Remember, don't forget where you started!~————Wow!!~———— what are you still doing!

What are you waiting for——Wow~!——————

Do you remember the time? The child who was full of dreams? Do you know how much you have forgotten? Do you remember the promises you made? The fragile and brave boy, do you dare to rush to the destination with all your might? Go —— —— !!—————— before?"

I don't even know what happened to me at that time, I just shouted wildly, and as far as I could see, it was people who spontaneously raised their hands to make magic splendor and sway, and I followed the tune of the style that had never been heard before, a huge sound of noise in the normal concept, and I saw a crazy woman, unbuttoning her blouse, shouting and roaring at the stage, her hair full of undried beer, and forgetting all the roaring.

"I just want to rush in the direction of the sunset, and I want to fly until I get to the edge of the legend! I still want to fly, and I still fly, until I burn all my blood——————"

The weariness vanished in the voice of the nameless singer.

"I want to try! I want to try! Try them all, to see the bigger world~————"

In the end, I don't know how long the madness of releasing pressure lasted like this, only that it was finally over, and I came home later than usual, just to see what the person who sang that deviant song was like, and unexpectedly, the gentle young man carried his instrument and whispered and laughed with the woman with cat ears on his head and came out of the simple backstage preparation room.

"You, looking for us?" asked the young man.

"Nothing, just wondering what this song is called. "That's it?" he smiled, "I'm interested in creating, and I haven't had time to think of a name yet." "And what is this style called?" "Rock 'n' roll." "Thank you. ”

They went away with that, and I didn't want anything, and I watched them go so stupidly.

Until the end, I didn't know the name of the singer, he became an urban legend, but everyone knew it, and everyone who heard the song knew that he was real.